Taking coins from visiters,
watching people stare,
hoping to make them smile,
making my music fair.
making my violin sing,
hearing the voices ring,
If this is where I must stay,
here is where I will play.
Laughing,chanting,singing and playing,
here is where my music will convey
the wonderful sounds of my soul
as long as it is day.
A contest entry
- April New Member's Contest by AP Greeters.
600 points, ended May 5, 2008, 35 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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welcome to allpoetry
Short and sweet... nicely written out. Though you have not let us know which option you chose. If you could just add that to the notes area.
Thank you for entering the contest. Good luck to you.
~Kristy -
Welcome to allpoetry
You seem to have concentrated in getting the rhymes correct that you missed the flow at places.. Dont make rhymes forced please.. But this is a very good attempt, iam sure you will do better in the coming days.. I appreciate the efforts u have taken for this piece, thanks for the entry. -
Very nice
I think in some places the rhyme may have been a little forced but otherwise, truly a nice piece
Welcome to this site and the best of luck to you in this contest!
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